Installment v1.1 Interlude
As we are sitting there, Farrel stuffing his face with random junk food from the last time we went to the city and me trying to go through my meditation exercises, I realized that it's been about three years since I first met the lout sitting across from me.
"Hey Farrel?"
"Yemf, Dak?" he answers in mid-stuffing.
"You remember that day we first met, with you and the road and..."
Gulp. "Nope."
"You sure?"
"Yeah. What's with you lately, man? You KNOW I don't have any memories from back then."
He is right, though. I have been a little nostalgic. Maybe it's the fear of backlash making a vegetable of me or the slow seepage of thought, or the myriad other horror stories that I've been researching on MAGI implants. But then, it was weird how I met Farrel.
"Hey Farrel?"
"Yemf, Dak?" he answers in mid-stuffing.
"You remember that day we first met, with you and the road and..."
Gulp. "Nope."
"You sure?"
"Yeah. What's with you lately, man? You KNOW I don't have any memories from back then."
He is right, though. I have been a little nostalgic. Maybe it's the fear of backlash making a vegetable of me or the slow seepage of thought, or the myriad other horror stories that I've been researching on MAGI implants. But then, it was weird how I met Farrel.